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poly_chromatic2013-11-18 11:32 am
brobeforehos) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-11-18 11:32 am
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049 ⇨ video
[This broadcast starts up in Mae's room, early morning.]
Wow, what a weekend, right? It's a shame we couldn't keep the uniforms, or the wands, or even the quills. The quills were nice. Maybe we could make some - Ginny, are there any recipes for the sugary quills? Because I think we could -
[And now, the scene changes, as she excitedly leaves her room, out in search of the best and most wonderful flatmate ever.] - make a whole girls' night of it. Right, Clary?
[Silence. She checks the clock: well over Clary's usual waking hour. And come to think of it...does she remember her being in the magic school at all? Unless...] ...Clary? [smaller voice, the smile on her face disappearing. Distracted by a more important matter, she leaves the device - forgets it's recording - on the living room table. Viewers, if they continue watching, can see Mae moving from one room of the apartment to the other, every Clary growing increasingly smaller, until all the rooms have been covered. And then, without bothering with her device, she grabs a coat and leaves, slamming the door behind her, leaving the video on to a view of an empty apartment, until finally, the battery runs out.]
text; public; one hour later;
Clary Fray is gone, to those who knew her.
[ooc; Not all curses end on a bright note :c.]
Wow, what a weekend, right? It's a shame we couldn't keep the uniforms, or the wands, or even the quills. The quills were nice. Maybe we could make some - Ginny, are there any recipes for the sugary quills? Because I think we could -
[And now, the scene changes, as she excitedly leaves her room, out in search of the best and most wonderful flatmate ever.] - make a whole girls' night of it. Right, Clary?
[Silence. She checks the clock: well over Clary's usual waking hour. And come to think of it...does she remember her being in the magic school at all? Unless...] ...Clary? [smaller voice, the smile on her face disappearing. Distracted by a more important matter, she leaves the device - forgets it's recording - on the living room table. Viewers, if they continue watching, can see Mae moving from one room of the apartment to the other, every Clary growing increasingly smaller, until all the rooms have been covered. And then, without bothering with her device, she grabs a coat and leaves, slamming the door behind her, leaving the video on to a view of an empty apartment, until finally, the battery runs out.]
text; public; one hour later;
Clary Fray is gone, to those who knew her.
[ooc; Not all curses end on a bright note :c.]
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